Showing posts with label My family history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My family history. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 16, 2026

Snapshot & memories:
Down the shore

I'm estimating that this photo is from 1978 or 1979. My sister Adriane and I are at the Stone Harbor, New Jersey, beach house of our friends from Delaware County, the Mancills. We look very spiffy in our matching sweaters, which tell us that this wasn't taken in the middle of the summer. I don't know if I can say anything nice about either of our pants, though.

I have three specific down-the-shore memories that involve crabs:

1. When I was very young and at the beach, I would dig holes all afternoon and be fascinated by the sand crabs (aka mole crabs) that I uncovered. They were about the size of marbles and quite harmless; I remember they'd tickle your hands if you let them squiggle through.

2. The Mancills' house was along a large inlet and you could lower crab traps off the backyard retaining wall during high tide. We'd catch all sorts of things, not just crabs. Definitely a few flounder. And I think a starfish or two, though my memory is hazier on that. One time we caught a small "regular" crab and it escaped the trap when we brought it up and started to scamper along the ground. I got too close and its claw grabbed my finger, which caused a mini meltdown on my part. Mom loved telling that story.

3. But the major meltdown on my part came the first time we pulled up the trap and there was a horseshoe crab inside. I was not prepared. I had never heard of horseshoe crabs. I had never seen a horseshoe crab. And then suddenly this thing with no face and a spike protruding from the back was in the cage. I screamed and cried, leading to me getting teased about the incident for decades thereafter, even long after I learned what amazing and harmless creatures they truly are. 

Saturday, May 30, 2026

From the readers: Montoursville, Skyrim, Africa and much more

I have some catching up to do, because it's the first "From the readers" of 2026 and the first once since early November. Thank you, as always, for your comments and insights! 

Montoursville 2018: My schools (Part 3): Anonymous writes: "Hello Chris. Mr. Derr also showed me (us?) 'Chariots of the Gods' on reel to reel. lol. Hence starting my lifelong interest in UFO topic."

Thanks for commenting! That's pretty hilarious, the idea of a science teacher showing a film about Erich von Däniken's dubious theories regarding ancient astronauts — pseudoscientific theories that weren't even originally his! 

This also reminds me that I was a student at C.E. McCall Middle School in early 1982 when everyone was buzzing in the hallways about The Jupiter Effect — the idea that we were going to suffer great cataclysms on Earth when all of the planets "aligned" on March 10, 1982. As it turned out, we survived. But, hey, those two guys sold a lot of books about it.

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Friday nostalgia: Who remembers 1970s flip-it cartoon books? RickA writes: "Thank you for this post. The memory of this was vague. I couldn't recall what the main book was like — but I distinctly remember the 'flip-book' portion of these. You (and Google AI) helped answer that question and also helped me recall the fun I had with these. I know we had two of them. Now to search for more with your blog helping me start my journey."

You're welcome! I like to think of Papergreat the start of many internet journeys! 

Ringing in the holly-jolly month with a vintage Christmas postcard: Tom from Garage Sale Finds writes: "I have a few Christmas postcards postmarked late on Christmas Eve and I always think of that postman working late on Christmas Eve, stamping postcards (not sure if there was machine for that by then) and thinking how he'd like to wrap things up and get home."

Old postcard featuring Markleton Sanatorium in Somerset County, Pa.: Anonymous writes: "I live on the property where the building was and I know there isn't anything there."

Reader submission: Amazing collection of vintage Cheerful Cards: Anonymous writes: "I remember selling these fondly. I had a suitcase full and sold individual cards as well as boxes. Walked or rode my bike around the neighborhood. Actually sold Cheerful and one other now national company. I still have my business cards from the early to mid 60’s. I am now 71 years old."

Thank you for sharing those memories! 

Holiday hanky from Peoples Laundry & Dry Cleaning: Anonymous writes: "My Father, John Paleczny, started Handy Hanky Inc. in Waterloo, Ontario, Canada. He expanded to the U.S with a shop in Niagara Falls, N.Y. He passed away in January 1962 and the family sold the business to Mr. Harry Hosey of Old Hickory, Tenn."

Thank you for sharing this information! I hope it helps anyone else who might be doing internet journeys into this topic.

Lost Corners: The Skyrim dog tale:
 Anonymous writes: "Thank you for this. I read the original a long time ago, and wanted to revisit it. Googling 'twitter skyrim adopt a dog' brought me right here."

You're welcome. And I'm glad for any opportunity to repost this image I made of Coby inside a video game.

Victorian trade card for Partridge & Richardson's Bee Hive: EC writes: "Thank you so much for this informative post! I was trying to learn about another trade card from this business; I thought the business itself was Bee Hive, lol!"

Intellivision's "Night Stalker," my first survival horror video game: Anonymous writes: "I can still hear the heartbeat ... playing under all the action and other sounds. Very thematic! So good after all these years ... they did a lot with so very little."

My grandmother's 1982 trip to Africa: Ray from the Along the Ray blog writes: "Talk about.a small world — back in the early 90s I typesetted Holbrook Travel's newsletters that were mailed to their customers. They are still around and rocking it. Thanks for sharing, I enjoy your posts and get them via your RSS feed in my RSS reader."

Oh wow! A small world indeed. This was certainly not a post I expected to connect with someone. Thank you for reading Papergreat! (Also, you and I are in the dwindling group of folks who know what typesetting is.)

Book cover: Ida Chittum's "Tales of Terror" (1975): Anonymous writes: "A fascinating and colorful look at the books, life and mind of an authentic writer and storyteller from a wild and lost world. Full of beauty and mystery."

Who wants to join me in buying a crumbling, haunted British estate? Henry Thompson asks: "Does anyone know who now owns Downe Court Manor? I lived there in the 1960s. The ghost photo through the trees was taken by my father. If you do know who owns the place these days? I have some 18th and 19th century documents relating to the house and the Selby-Smyth family, and these may be of interest to the owner. email: hodt11@gmail.com"

Old photo postcard of Brackenhurst Hall in Southwell: And here's another query: "My grandfather worked there as butler for Lord and Lady Hickling. My mother was born in one of estate cottages in 1920 and her two sisters several years later. I lived at No. 1 Home Farm and spent my childhood there.
My father was the head herdsman following WWII —1973. Or thereabouts. There were quite a few families living in the farm houses. The Millards, Paul Millard whom I played with in school holidays, the Thicketts, their daughter had polio and her father was a lecturer, Mr. & Mrs. Lythe, Farm Principle, Mr. & Mrs. Mee next door to Number 1 our house. Contact me at (apaws4chat@gmail.com) if you would like to chat more about Brackenhurst."

The (new) oddest stuff I've found tucked inside a book: Commenting on this 2012 post, Anonymous writes: "Thank you for your research. I found several skeins of embroidery floss at a thrift store from Cynthia Mills. I am so happy to know more about the Mill"

Luckyday buttons — the talk of the town: Anonymous writes: "I have 2 cards, both with the 6 buttons, strawberry blonde hair, red hat with white flower. Also have a Lady Washington Pearls, 6 blue men's shirt buttons. The man on this card has a white shirt, red tie, and is holding a golf club."

RIP Art Bell, of the Kingdom of Nye: This feels like a good one to bookend with the first comment in this roundup. Commenting on this 2018 post, Anonymous writes: "Listened to him as a kid laying down in the back seat of our car as my family drove home late night. Today I’m 65 years old and I listen to his podcasts nearly every light. Can’t get enough. Love ya Art!"

Saturday, March 7, 2026

Splash pages from 1937 yearbook

Quickie post as I keep working to resimplify. This is a two-page layout near the front of the 1937 yearbook for Hammond High School in Hammond, Indiana. That's the year my grandmother, then Helen Chandler Adams (1919-2003), would have graduated from the school. But I guess maybe the family had moved back eastward by then, because she's not in the yearbook.* It's an interesting snapshot of teenage life in the Midwest as the world was slipping toward all-out war. (Click on the image to see a larger version.)

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A few hours later ... addendum

*As I continued sorting and pruning family ephemera today, I answered this question by coming across Helen's resume in an envelope of family ephemera. This will be very handy for future posts. It clearly states that she graduated from Wilmington Friends School in Wilmington, Delaware, in 1937. What's not clear is precisely what year the family moved away from Hammond, but I guess we can assume it was sometime between 1934 and 1936. And I assume I'll come across clarity on that with different ephemera at some point.

Also, I absolutely should have remembered Wilmington Friends School as being part of the equation, given, among other things, this 2017 post and this 2018 post.

Monday, March 2, 2026

1949 silhouette postcards from Ocean City, N.J.

Continuing with the theme of posting about some items I came across during the sorting and decluttering of family ephemera earlier this year, here are some 1949 postcards labeled "Silhouette by Greenberg" from Ocean City, New Jersey.

I'm mostly sure I know who these folks are, with one tricky one. Clockwise from the top left, we start with the tricky one. It's either my grandmother Helen or my great-grandmother Greta. I'd lean toward it being Helen. Then comes my great-grandfather Howard, followed by Mom, who would be about 18 months old if this was created in the summer of 1949. Finally, that's Mom's brother, Charles, who is slightly older.

Greenberg was in business for a good while, as I've seen eBay listings for similar silhouette postcards from as early as 1939. It's a good bet the business was located on or near the Ocean City Boardwalk. Greenberg was far from the only outfit making silhouette postcards in the United States in the middle of the 20th century. I'm guessing some popular tourist spots had a dozen or more vendors.

Ellie McCrackin, working for the website Postcard History, wrote this interesting history of silhouettes and the Wikipedia page goes into even more depth.

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Friday, February 20, 2026

1955 swizzle party

I have zero idea why my grandmother or great-grandmother kept this invitation and pasted it into a scrapbook. It's for a one-hour "Swizzle Party" (there were some issues on the spelling) starting at 6:30 p.m. on May 23, 1955, at Waterloo House. I assume that just means a cocktail party, possibly with a focus on rum. That date was a Monday, which I guess is a little interesting.

On that date, the Page 1 banner two-deck headline in the Lancaster Intelligencer Journal screamed "PENTAGON REPORTED SHOCKED BY ADVANCES IN SOVIET AIR MIGHT." Perhaps a little too alarmist in retrospect?

Much lower on the front page is a one-column article with the headline: "GOV'T AWAITING FRESH ADVICE ON RESUMING SHOTS" This concerns the initial distribution of the polio vaccine. After Jonas Salk’s inactivated polio vaccine was declared safe and effective in April 1955, mass immunization began almost immediately. Several companies were licensed to produce the vaccine. Within weeks, however, cases of paralytic polio began appearing in children who had just been vaccinated. Investigations traced the problem to vaccine lots produced by Cutter Laboratories.  

Michael Fitzpatrick, writing for the Journal of the Royal Society of Medicine, further explains: "In April 1955 more than 200,000 children in five Western and mid-Western USA states received a polio vaccine in which the process of inactivating the live virus proved to be defective. Within days there were reports of paralysis and within a month the first mass vaccination programme against polio had to be abandoned. Subsequent investigations revealed that the vaccine, manufactured by the California-based family firm of Cutter Laboratories, had caused 40,000 cases of polio, leaving 200 children with varying degrees of paralysis and killing 10."

Tighter federal regulation and oversight soon remedied the situation and safe polio vaccinations resumed. The United States has been polio-free since 1979 and the Americas have been polio-free since 1994.

Sunday, February 15, 2026

My family has a coat of arms?

Came across this small piece of paper in one of the endless envelopes...
COAT OF ARMS

The Coat of Arms of this Chandler Family was prepared by Miss Fanny Chandler, from an original cut and obtained, from an original obtained from the Herald's College, London, by the Rev. Thomas Bradbury Chandler, D.D., of Elizabeth Town, N.J., when he was there in 1775.

The crest borne on the closed helmet above the Coat of Arms is that of a Pelican in her nest, wounding her breast to feed her young with her own blood — an emblem of parental affection expressive of the family motto "AD — MORTEM FIDELIS". The mantle cut and jagged hanging from the helmet indicates the faithful service of the wearer; the gauntlet, his prowess.

Heraldic colors on the shield are designated by the direction of the lines.

"HE BEARETH CHECKIE, ARGENT AND AZURE, ON A BEND OF THE FIRST, SA., THREE LYONS PASSANT, GULES,"

BY THE NAME OF CHANDLER

So I'm guessing that my great-grandmother, Greta Miriam Chandler Adams (1894-1988), is related in some tangential way to Rev. Thomas Bradbury Chandler (1726-1790), which I could surely confirm if I took the time to sort through my grandmother Helen's genealogy papers and charts, written in her sometimes-hard-to-decipher cursive.

Corroboration concerning this coat of arms can be found, for now anyway, at this RootsWeb page. (Chandler was a moderately common surname in England, originally describing someone who made and sold candles.)

As far as the pelican feeding her young with her own blood, it's called vulning and it's a symbol with a deep religious history that I'm not nearly qualified enough to explain. Victoria Emily Jones, in a 2025 article on Art & Theology, explains how the pelican was "one of the most popular animal symbols for Christ in the Middle Ages" and that vulning has allegorical parallels to the spilling of Christ's blood on the cross giving life to his children. It's much more complicated than that, though, as Jones explains in the heavily-illustrated article. 

Additional information and artwork can be found at the Anglican Diocese of Canberra & Goulburn, the Center for Humans & Nature, and the Book of Traceable Heraldic Art.

(By the way, in the real worldpelicans do not actually wound themselves to feed blood to their young. They give them fish — sometimes regurgitated — and stuff.)

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Monday, February 9, 2026

Mom's 1968 letter from Hussian School of Art

Continuing with the theme of posting about some items I came across during the sorting and decluttering of family ephemera, here's a letter that Mom (Mary Ingham Otto, 1948-2017) received from Hussian School of Art in Philadelphia in June 1968, when she was 20 years old. 

This would have been after she left Lycoming College. One year after this, in June 1969, she married my father. And another 1½ years after that, in December 1970, I was born. So I really don't know for sure how Mom's second year at Hussian School of Art unfolded. I know she was extremely talented and rightfully proud of her art skills, which included sketching and sculpture. I posted a few of her pieces here shortly after her death in 2017. Excellent works, but I don't know if those few pieces show the extent of her talent. Most of her artwork is in my sister Adriane's possession.

Hussian School of Art had opened in July 1946. According to Wikipedia, "John Hussian, a member of Philadelphia's art community and a renowned lecturer, was encouraged by what is now the Philadelphia Museum of Art to open a school for veterans returning from World War II."

It changed its named to Hussian College in 2015, but then abruptly closed in the summer of 2023. Beth Shapiro, who had been director of the college's bachelor of fine arts program, told The Philadelphia Inquirer, “It is heartbreaking for these students who have put all this time and energy in." 

Sunday, February 1, 2026

A nice gig for your mid-70s

Continuing with items I came across during the recent sorting and decluttering of family ephemera, here's a letter that my great-grandfather, Howard Horsey "Ted" Adams (1892-1985), received in August 1968 to confirm a post-retirement consultant position with The Welsbach Corporation of Philadelphia. I hope to write more about Welsbach and my great-grandfather's work there at some point (add it to the list, right?). For now, suffice to say that he was an electrical engineer and in the late 1960s Welsbach was still involved with electrical construction and infrastructure contracts.

The contract was for $6,000 and was set to begin on October 1, 1968, a few weeks after Howard's 76th birthday. It included having an office at his disposal and required that he be available to the chairman of the board for consultation on company matters. Today's equivalent of $6,000 is about $56,500, so this was a pretty lucrative gig atop my great-grandfather's retirement plan and other savings. Having specialized expertise was valued and paid well! Somehow I don't foresee anyone retaining me as a consultant for journalism or copyediting matters if and when I reach age 76. 

Wednesday, January 28, 2026

My grandmother's 1981 trip to China

In 1981, the year before she took a safari trip to Africa, my grandmother Helen traveled from Wallingford, Pennsylvania, to China. My non-expert understanding is that tourism to China only began to be easily accessible to Westerners around 1978, as part of the "Reform and opening up" following the 1976 death of Mao Zedong, whose Great Leap Forward was arguably the deadliest and most disastrous policy implementation by any leader in world history.

This is a letter from Tours A La Carte that my grandmother received prior to the trip. It contains some "helpful tips" from another tourist who had recently returned from China. You can read the whole thing for yourself, but some of the highlights include encouraging anti-pollution masks, a reminder to take lots of Kleenex and a fork and knife (because some places offer only chopsticks), and a suggestion to pack granola bars to serve as snacks. 

It also has some tips on what to wear to the Great Wall of China, which my grandmother did visit, as you can see from some of these snapshots she took:

Tuesday, January 27, 2026

My grandmother's 1982 trip to Africa

Continuing with last week's theme of posting about some items I came across during the sorting and decluttering of family ephemera this month, here's the itinerary for my grandmother Helen Ingham's February 1982 trip to Africa, through Holbrook Travel of Gainesville, Florida. 

As you can see, the nearly-three-week trip involved parts of Kenya and Tanzania, including Serengeti National ParkMaasai Mara National Reserve and Ngorongoro Conservation Area

Here are some of my grandmother's better snapshots from that trip:
And here's a neat picture that someone else took of my grandmother...
Finally, here's a picture of my grandmother (left) and her good friend and companion on the trip to Africa, Betty Livingston. My grandmother died in 2003. Betty is still alive as of this writing and will hopefully be celebrating her 106th birthday this upcoming May!

Thursday, January 22, 2026

My grandmother's 1942 Medical Technologist card

Short post today today with an item from 84 years ago. It's my grandmother's (Helen Chandler Adams Ingham, 1919-2003) wallet-size blue card indicating that in 1942 she was certified as Medical Technologist as defined by Board of Registry of the American Society of Clinical Pathologists.

According to its website, the society was founded in 1922 by a group of 39 physicians to achieve important goals to further the laboratory in health care. Today, "ASCP continues to drive change in the U.S. and around the world through its many initiatives including the Leading Laboratories Recognition Program; Partners for Cancer Diagnosis and Treatment in Africa, which provides rapid cancer diagnostics, care, and treatment to Sub-Saharan Africa; the ASCP Foundation to support diagnostic medicine and public health; and numerous collaborations with PEPFAR to bring pathology and laboratory medicine to under-resourced countries," the website further states.

Around this general time (World War II), my grandmother was working at Bushnell Army Hospital in Brigham City, Utah. So this card may have been issued to her while she was there. I should try to piece together more information from that time of her life at some point.

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Monday, January 19, 2026

1964 receipt for my grandmother's Olympia SM3 typewriter

When Mom, Adriane and I moved from Florida into my great-grandmother's and grandmother's house on Oak Crest Lane in Wallingford in 1986, the upstairs room that had been used for storage and my grandmother's desk/office supplies was converted into my bedroom. It was absolutely filled with office supplies at first: pens, pencils, paperclips, tape dispensers, notepads, gummed reinforcements, staplers and much more. I still have a stapler and tape dispenser from that bedroom. Probably one or two other things, too.

There was also the typewriter that belonged to my grandmother, Helen Chandler Adams Ingham (1919-2003), and today's post features the receipt for when she originally purchased it. It was an Olympia SM3 and it cost $65 in 1964, which is the equivalent of a whopping $677 today! I remember using it for some schoolwork and hobby stuff, although at some point I would have fully converted to my Commodore 64's dot-matrix printer. Later, I had a lightweight electric typewriter that I took with me to Penn State and that I used for the final Steve Jeltz Fan Club newsletter. (And, yes, I STILL need to do the damn post on the history of the Jeltz Fan Club.)

The typewriter was purchased at Central Typewriter Exchange on 3433 Walnut Street in Philadelphia. I can't find anything specifically about that business, but maybe someone who knows something will see this post and leave a comment. I have to think this is one of its few receipts still in existence. The purchase came with a guarantee for one year on shop parts and labor, according to the cursive note added to the receipt. 

There is a lot of information about Olympia SM3 typewriters online. On Paper Blogging, Michelle Geffken writes of "the gorgeous lines of a stylish typewriter body, with the heavy-duty work capacity that is true of all machines in the German Olympia line, the Olympia SM3." Geffken adds that Olympia SM stands for Schreibmaschine Mittelgroß or Medium-sized Typewriter, and that 800,000 were made between 1953 and 1957. It was apparently a favored typewriter of the likes of Harlan Ellison, John Updike and Patricia Highsmith. Geffken has a whole subsection called the Typewriter Diaries that you'll definitely want to check out if that's your jam.

Meanwhile, on Typewriter Review, Daniel Marleau describes the Olympia SM3 as "a reliable workhorse, from a solid body construction to keys that provide good response and feedback. When you first sit at this thing, you marvel at the beauty and how it exudes a certain egalitarian work ethic. These machines were meant for typing — lots of typing. Rolling paper in for the first time, a reassuring clicking sound is made, like loading a weapon for words. The platen moves with rigid precision."

I'm sure I have a photo of Beembom's Olympia SM3 somewhere in the family photos, but that would involve a search and will have to be a post for another day. 

Saturday, December 13, 2025

Screenshot & memories:
Turntable and Christmas tunes

I've previously done a bunch of "Snapshot & memories" posts (see list below), but what is the fate of snapshots and our photo memories, moving forward? How many physical 21st century snapshots will there be in future drawers and albums and shoeboxes? Most of the pictures documenting our lives are on our phones and/or in the cloud. That seems a far more fragile existence than we had in the second half of the 20th century.

So now I sometimes find myself documenting screenshots. Here's one from December 29, 2013, that shows the record player/radio cabinet at the family house on Oak Crest Lane in Wallingford. It was quite the behemoth, with the records stored underneath. When I was growing up, it got most of its use when friends and family were over during the Christmas holidays. But the following generation had some different ideas, as I wrote in 2013: "Ye olde family turntable/radio has been playing some Katy Perry, Daft Punk and, I think, Eminem this morning. It's held up well so far after being powered up for the first time in probably over a decade."

Since it's December, this image got me to thinking about all the vinyl Christmas albums from that cabinet we listened to from the mid-1970s through the 1990s. Many of the songs were the standards we still listen to on the radio or music streaming services these days: Burl Ives, Andy Williams, Johnny Mathis, etc. But you'd be listening to a whole album by one artist before moving on to the next one, which allowed for Yuletide vibe shifts every 45 minutes, instead of every 4 minutes. And then you'd put thought into what record went on next.

These are some of the albums I remember being in that cabinet:

The Andy Williams Christmas Album (1963)
There was at least one Johnny Mathis album, and probably more than one. None of the covers ring an exact bell in my memory, but this one seems likely: Christmas with Johnny Mathis.
Some of the following are guesses, because my memory is hazy. I wish I had documented these albums and written this post a quarter-century ago, even though I wasn't blogging then, unless you count UsedPandas.com. All of these family albums will be lost in time, like carols in snow.

We did have some compilation albums. This one from the popular Great Songs of Christmas series seems familiar.
We certainly had Perry Como. This one, The Perry Como Christmas Album, seems like it would have been in the cabinet.
And certainly we had Bing Crosby. Perhaps including some of his older ones, such as Merry Christmas, which was first issued in 1945 but saw many subsequent revisions and re-releases.
Finally, this one kind of rings a bell, and it was local: The Glorious Sound of Christmas by the the Philadelphia Orchestra, led by Eugene Ormandy (1962).
I wish I could remember more specifics. I'm sure there was a Gene Autry album, a Nat King Cole album, a Burl Ives album and probably a Dean Martin album. In the 1990s, Mom added famous albums by Manheim Steamroller and Vince Guaraldi Trio (A Charlie Brown Christmas) to the festive mix.

Wednesday, August 27, 2025

From the readers: Long's Park mile marker, skeleton bookplate and more

Time for another round of reader comments. Thank you to everyone who continues to read Papergreat, whether it's the new posts or delving deep into the archives.

"Suzi and the Milestone" — helping to market Stel-Mar postcards: Cory Van Brookhoven, who writes the From Brunnerville to Broad Street blog about the history of Lititz, Pennsylvania, comments: "Yes an authentic Turnpike marker that was once next to Long’s Park in Lancaster, PA. It’s been MIA for decades."

Oh wow! I used to to drive past Long's Park every day on the way to work. And I saw a performance of Twelfth Night there that used No Doubt's "Just a Girl," circa 1996. I wonder what happened to the marker. Is it in someone's basement?

Cathy's Little Free Libraries in Globe, Arizona: The Family and Friends of Cathy Sanchez-Cañez write: "Thank you so much for featuring our Little Free Libraries in your blog. Since Cathy’s passing, six years ago, we have helped circulate over 12,000 books into the region, including Teacher From Heaven. We appreciate the shoutout, and the effort to keep Cathy’s legacy alive."

You're very welcome. It's a truly wonderful set of LFLs.

Ephemera I wish I still had: Christopher (not me) writes: "Somewhere in storage, I have a self-published book by an unhinged HVAC tech from Milwaukee who claimed that Jesus Christ was part of a 'woodworking and carpentry sex cult.' I treasure it."

I couldn't find any online trace of a book that fits Christopher's description. But there is the (slightly) more mainstream 1970 book titled The Sacred Mushroom and the Cross, by John Allegro, which, according to Wikipedia, "argues that Christianity and other religions originated from ancient fertility cults involving psychoactive mushroom rituals, claiming Jesus was a mythological figure created under the influence of psychoactive substances."

That sounds exactly like the kind of book that would have been published in 1970.

RIP Art Bell, of the Kingdom of Nye: Anonymous writes: "He was the best!"

What are the odds Bell discussed The Sacred Mushroom and the Cross at some point? Or might that have been more of a Long John Nebel thing?

Box of Dennison DeLuxe Gummed Reinforcements: Anonymous writes: "I've been using an old box of De Luxe O gummed reinforcements for about 15 years to reinforce my government three-month calendar display. I believe I have enough until I retire. Just got curious and looked them up. Found your article. Thanks!" 

Sorting out the tiny drawers: I had asked, "How often does one truly need a thumb tack or rubber band in the course of a workweek?" And Anonymous replies: "But how much time does one spend looking for one when one really needs one and doesn't have a place to keep them?"

Which is why we have tiny drawers! And why (ahem) some folks still have Dennison DeLuxe Gummed Reinforcements.

1924 advertisement: "Heaney's Great Milk Can Escape": Anonymous writes: "Did Heaney charge for the secret of how to escape after you'd bought the can, perhaps?"

I'm guessing the $30 covered the construction of the milk and the accompanying directions on its use, which would indeed be the closely guarded secret. And once you bought someone else's secret, there was an incredibly strong honor system not to tell others. You don't want to anger magicians.

Old bookplate featuring a beard-grabbing skeleton:
 Robin Heisley Helfers writes: "Virginia (Mimi) and Ed were my Great Aunt & Uncle on my father's side of the family. My Grandmother was Effie Mason Heisley. Both sisters were accomplished artists! I'm thrilled to find this unusual example of Aunt Mimi's talent!"

I'm glad I could help in a small way to keep the memory of Virginia Mason Gifford (Aunt Mimi) alive! That's what Papergreat is all about.

Cheerful Card Company can help you earn extra money for the holidays: Anonymous writes: "I worked summers with a group of college kids in the White Plains, N.Y., post office in 1958-60 shipping boxes of their Christmas cards all across the US. That's all we did all day long, loading boxes into dusty canvas mail sacks. By Labor Day, we were in great shape to head back to college."

Excommunicated! A family story (maybe) about Communion cups: Unknown writes: "Do records of the First Reformed Church of Easton or Dr. Kieffer still exist? If they do they should have Mr. Otto's address somewhere in them."

Great question, and that's something I should have mentioned. Yes, church records would be the very best starting place in the next stage of investigating this historical incident. And maybe there's even an official document of excommunication and/or papers regarding the Communion cup issue. And there are a lot of news articles and website that discuss Kieffer, given that he was a noteworthy author, but I'm not sure much of it would contain clues regarding this mystery. The more I've thought about this, by the way, the more I think it's most likely that the John B. Otto who was temporarily excommunicated was the 57-year-old single alderman, and not my great-great-grandfather. Which doesn't make the story any less compelling. It just means my family was not involved. 

Saturday, July 26, 2025

Snapshot & memories: Well-dressed for first day of nursery school

That's quite the amazing outfit I'm wearing inside the house on Mulberry Street in Montoursville, Pennsylvania. The photo is captioned "First day of Nursery School, Sept. 3, 1974" — nearly 51 years ago. I am about 3 years and 9 months old in this snapshot.

Groovy fashion maven Wendyvee comments: "Moms of the mid-1970s — always dressing their boys as if they were cosplaying 'Junior Executive in Business Casual at a Team Building Retreat Weekend.' Winning the side hair part and mischievous smile game, though."

I'm also thinking what an amazing fireplace that is. That was an amazing house, overall; I wish I remembered more of it. Thank heavens for a few stray snapshots that still exist. I'm sure it would seem impossibly small if I went inside today. Even my hazy memories tell me the upstairs was very cramped, and I was tiny then. Here's another shot of the interior and another great Chris outfit.

(If I had access to the Mulberry Street house, and if that fireplace is still there and if I could find similar clothes at a vintage clothing store, I guess I could try to recreate this photo for the side-by-side effect. But it wouldn't be pretty.)

I have very few memories of my two years of nursery school, though I wrote about it a little in this 2018 post. I did eventually launch me on my successful public school journey, though!

Saturday, July 5, 2025

Ephemera I wish I still had

Obviously, I've saved hoarded a lot of paper stuff over the decades, as witnessed by this blog. Inheriting family papers that weren't otherwise wanted added to the pile that I'm trying to reduce and "resimplify." But there are some things that I wish had been hoarded, or saved or tucked away in a box. I think that might have been more likely if I hadn't moved a dozen times since 1980. There are no more family attics or cellars that could hold dusty treasures of the past.

These are things I think about sometimes and that, for the most part, can never be retrieved. It's interesting how many of them are from between ages 7 and 12. 

  • The psychedelic posters that Mom had on her bedroom walls in Rose Valley as a young woman. I wrote in 2023 about my quest to rediscover that vibe.
  • Circa 1981, my Pappy took me for a walk one afternoon and bought me a digest-size Richie Rich comic book at a corner family store. I wish I still had it.
  • I also wish I still had the comic books my parents bought me during a multifamily trip to the Jersey shore in the late 1970s. I was never much of a comic book kid growing up, but I have fond memories of that trip and those comics, which included Star Wars, the Sub-Mariner and Doctor Doom.
  • A "newspaper" I wrote in third grade on an 8½-by-11 sheet of paper. The lead story was Buddy the cat upsetting a tray of cooling cookies in our kitchen. Dad made photocopies of it at work, and I mailed some of them out.
  • Also in third grade, I wrote a short sequel to Watership Down for an assignment in class.
  • And my third-grade class group photo with Mrs. Winston, taken on a sunny day outside my Clayton, New Jersey, elementary school. (I really need to do a post on that school. I can't believe I haven't yet.)
  • A short horror story I wrote while in fourth grade. I don't think it was for an assignment.
  • A blue-cover notebook that I filled with the details of a D&D world I created circa 1982, complete with maps and details about the inhabitants.
  • My college newspaper clippings from The Daily Collegian, most of which were sportwriting. I kept them for the longest time, in case I needed them for job applications. But eventually, along came a move or pruning — I can't even remember which one — that they didn't survive. It's not like they took up much space.
  • One of those Scholastic Books or Weekly Reader order catalogs that we happily anticipated each month during elementary and middle schools. 
  • Monster finger puppets I made circa 1979.
  • In the late 1970s in Clayton, my friend Mike and I would use color markers to draw pictures of the Phillies and list out their starting lineups. 
  • In the early 1980s, I had a small metal box full of Phillies newspaper clippings and other Phillies-related ephemera. 
  • Some of the elaborate spaceship, tank and airplane drawings I made as a kid in the early 1980s. I spent a lot of time drawing through middle school.
  • Infocom game boxes and also the box for Ultima IV that had the cloth map and other trinkets inside.
  • Booklets I created on my Commodore Plus/4 and printed out on its dot-matrix printer.
  • Early 1980s copies of Sunday Grit featuring full coverage of the previous day's Little League World Series championship game in Williamsport.
  • A cookbook that my first-grade class (Mrs. Miller) in Montoursville compiled, featuring family recipes from all of the students. Mom contributed "Mommy's Favorite Hamburger Hash," which, to the best of my recollection, was ground beef, cream of mushroom soup and chopped-up hard-boiled eggs poured over toast. 
  • School yearbooks! I only have my 12th-, 11th- and eighth-grade yearbooks. I wish I had others. I know I had fifth- and sixth-grade yearbooks from C.E. McCall Middle School, but can't fathom why they were tossed.

Wednesday, July 2, 2025

John Bressler Otto, plasterer

As a complement to last week's post about an increasingly less likely possible family excommunication, here's a small newspaper advertisement for the business of my great-great-grandfather, John Bressler Otto (1837-1906). 

It's from the July 28, 1887, Hazleton (Pennsylvania) Sentinel and states: "John B. Otto, Plasterer and dealer in plastering material. Cornice Work a Specialty. Office on Laurel St., Diamond Addition."

I learned that he was a plasterer from his death certificate. Various tidbits of information have now allowed me to piece together a little bit of John Bressler Otto's timeline (complicated by there being a lot of John B. Ottos in Pennsylvania!):

  • 1837: Born in Hegins, Schuylkill County, Pennsylvania, of which his grandfather (William B. Otto, 1761-1841) was one of the early pioneers.
  • 1863: Was a private in the volunteer 173rd Pennsylvania Regiment, Company F, during the Civil War. The regiment participated in the pursuit of Confederate Gen. Robert E. Lee, from July 12-24, following the Battle of Gettysburg in 1863.
  • 1869: Living in Hazleton when my great-grandfather, John Algernon Otto (1869-1963), is born.
  • 1887: Living and working as a plasterer in Hazleton
  • Sometime in the 1890s: Family moved to Allentown
  • Late 1901: Family moved to Easton, where he was buried in 1906

Upon further review, I think this timeline makes it extremely unlikely that John Bressler Otto was the "John B. Otto" who was briefly excommunicated from First Reformed Church of Easton in 1903. I don't think he could have become a deacon after moving there so recently. I'm still very glad I did that post, though, because it's a great story that should be remembered.

Thursday, June 26, 2025

Excommunicated! A family story (maybe) about Communion cups

Above: Grave for John Bressler Otto (1837-1906), posted by Frederich Otto on Find A Grave.

Genealogy and church history time. This one has been marinating for more than a year. If you are interested in mysteries, the Civil War, public health debates and/or the history of Easton, Pennsylvania, this post has something for you. 

It started innocently, as I was just using Newspapers.com to try to fill in some of the blanks in Dad's genealogy chart. But even when I'm doing something straightforward, I'm prone to falling down rabbit holes. And was this ever a deep one! 

On the paternal side of my family tree, the line of men looks like this:

Ashar: 2000-present

Me: 1970-present

Dad: John Alan Otto, 1947-present

Dad's father (my Pappy): John Alexander Otto (1911-1991)

Dad's grandfather: John Algernon Otto (1869-1963)

Dad's great-grandfather: John Bressler Otto (1837-1906)

It's John Bressler Otto we're going to discuss today. He's my great-great-grandfather and Ashar's great-great-great-grandfather. He's pictured at right in a photo that was posted on Find A Grave by Jim Neely. He was married to Margaret Alice English Otto (1839-1925), and, based on what I pieced together from multiple sources, they had at least seven children, though I'm not fully confident in the accuracy of this list: Charles Percy Otto; John Algernon Otto (1869-1963); Amy E. Otto (1874-1946); Florence Emily Otto (1864-1934); Alice May Otto (1877-1902, died of consumption); Horace Otto; and William Warren Otto (1879-1922). 

We know that John Bressler Otto was a plasterer by trade, according to his death certificate. And we know that he was a private in the volunteer 173rd Pennsylvania Regiment, Company F, during the Civil War. The regiment participated in the pursuit of Confederate Gen. Robert E. Lee, from July 12-24, following the Battle of Gettysburg in 1863.

Many decades later, John Bressler Otto was excommunicated from his church.

Maybe! 

This is where it becomes a mystery.

When I started this tangled thread of research more than a year ago, I discovered this short article about "John B. Otto" on Page 8 of the February 16, 1903, edition of the Allentown (Pennsylvania) Daily Leader.

My great-great-grandfather — a deacon — excommunicated

Again, maybe.

There's one big hurdle I haven't been able to overcome, and it's that were two men named John B. Otto in the Easton, Pennsylvania, area at this time.

There was John Bressler Otto. 

And there was John B. Otto who lived from 1845 to 1910 and was an alderman. He's always listed as John B. Otto in the news articles I found (a clue, but not a definitive one), and I can't make out his middle name from the death certificate shown here. He was single and had no children.

So, who was more likely to be a deacon at First Reformed Church of Easton in 1903?

— John Bressler Otto, a 65-year-old plasterer who was married with children, or

— John B. Otto, a 57-year-old alderman who was single with no children?

I just don't know. 

Either way, there was a fascinating uproar involving a John B. Otto. 

And it deserves to be retold, whether or not it involves my family tree.

After reading that initial short news article, I didn't learn the full story until I came across a lengthy article on the front page of the March 2, 1903, edition of the Allentown Daily Leader. It turns out that John B. Otto was excommunicated because he was ... advocating for commonsense public hygiene measures in the midst of a typhoid epidemic.

Crazy! 

I've retyped the whole story of the "Fighting Parson" here for your reading enjoyment.
 

A FIGHTING PARSON

Dr. Kieffer Was the Drummer Boy of the Bucktails

RANCOROUS EASTON CHURCH WAR

Pastor Says Majority Is With Him. Opponents, Less in Number, Contribute 75 Per cent. of the Money -- Say He Is Arrogant

Rev. Dr. Henry M. Kieffer, renowned in Civil War annals as the "Fighting Drummer Boy" of the famous Bucktail Regiment, and for 18 years the pastor of one of the best-known churches in Pennsylvania -- the First Reformed of Easton -- is now the central figure in one of the most remarkable church dissensions on record.

He is bringing the "fighting blood" of nearly eight centuries of warlike ancestors to bear against the assaults of his opponents, and not only the thriving city of Easton, but the surrounding country, is intensely interested in the progress of the battle of the pastor and his supporters against those who are determined that he shall surrender and retire -- a condition which the fighting preacher says is impossible.

Rev. Dr. Kieffer is probably best known to the world of literature through his widely-read book, published two decades ago, called "The Recollections of a Drummer Boy," which was a stirring account of the war experiences of the famous Bucktails during the war.

He added to his fame when he became in 1885 the pastor of the First Reformed Church of Easton, that was built in the first year of American Independence -- in fact, was started about the same time that the echo of the Declaration of Independence went thundering across the world.

It is a church that numbers among its congregation families whose ancestors -- immediate and remote -- have been identified with the struggles of the nation on its various battlefields, and it very well known that while the present pastor and the bone of contention between the opposing factions is directly descended from a long line of warlike progenitors, that he has not a stronger claim to the fighting spirit than many members of his flock.

START OF THE FIGHT

What was it that first started the congregational dissensions that have threatened to split the venerable institution in twain?

To locate positively the beginning of the strife is not an easy matter, but it seems to be pretty well agree that an agitation over the use of individual communion cups fanned the flame of dissension until it is now a blaze which nothing but the complete routing of one of the contesting elements will settle.

The yearly meeting held not long ago was the stormiest one ever known in the history of the First Reformed Church, and as an indirect result Rev. Mr. Kieffer and his supporters have scored against their opponents.

There were -- according to Dr. Kieffer -- votes that represented 315 members of his congregation that demanded he stay in the church and votes representing 119 that demanded he sever his connection with the congregation.

"I come from a line of fighters," said Dr. Kieffer, "and if I had not I would have run off and left this church in the possession of the turbulent spirits who have made this trouble. But I will not surrender the church to them as long as the great majority want me to remain.

"Strife if no new condition in this church, and I do not intend to let the fomenters of such a condition drive me away because I think it is my duty to remain."

The direct results of the last congregational meeting were made evident when the Spiritual Council of the church, through the pastor, publicly censured, deposed from office and excommunicated John B. Otto, one of the deacons and suspended for two years, from all church fellowship, Jeremiah Angelmayer and Allan T. Groman, two of the prominent members.

This action created a sensation in Easton, as all of the parties affected are well known, and it alleged that they had been former close personal friends of Dr. Kieffer.

It is said that the legality of the action will be questioned by the opponents of Dr. Kieffer -- and especially by those directly affected -- and that a criminal law suit would probably be the outcome of the action.

"The legality of the action of the Spiritual Council," said a prominent member of the church "is questioned by the opponents of Dr. Kieffer, because they claim, as the council exists to-day, it is not legally constituted, for the elders composing it are all friendly to Dr. Kieffer and dominated by him.

"There are 134 petitioners against the action, and they are said to represent an element of the church that contributes 75 per cent. of the sum required for its support to the treasury.

WOMEN SIDE WITH PASTOR.

"Those who are backing the petitioners are principally older members of the church and their families, while the supporters of Dr. Kieffer are principally women, and the younger element whom he has confirmed in the past 10 years."

There was a meeting of the East Pennsylvania Classis (?) of the Reformed Church held in Easton, at which Dr. Kieffer and his supporters and the opposition exchanged some very strong views on the question of "charges" against the pastor.

One of the main points of interest in the controversy is that it seems imminent that the famous old church after a life of over 150 years will be disrupted by the strife.

While the differences of opinion that existed between the pastor and certain members of his flock over the individual communion cup question furnished certain "grounds for the condition" that exists now they are held by both sides to have been only contributing circumstances to the main cause.

This, one side avers, is the arrogance and severity of the pastor, and the other side says that is the determination of a set of turbulent spirits to drive from his field of usefulness a sincere and loving spiritual adviser.

INDIVIDUAL CUPS.

The subject of individual communion cups has always been a tender one in the First Reformed Church.

It first appeared on the surface of its affairs about a year ago when certain prominent communicants advocated their use on religious and sanitary grounds.

They were promptly opposed by the pastor and it was not long 'ere the congregation was divided into two camps over the subject.

Dr. Kieffer's main reason for unalterable opposition to the innovation was that it was sacrilegious and contrary to the commands of Scripture.

He made the basis of his defense of the congregational communion cup the thought contained in the 26th chapter of St. Matthew: "And He took the cup and gave thanks; and gave it to them, saying: 'Drink ye all of it.'"

In alluding publicly to the subject that threw the church into "painful commotion," Dr. Kieffer said that it was contrary to the Divine will to countenance such an innovation, and that the spirit of the sacarament would be wrongfully observed if they were adopted.

The matter was finally put to a vote and the majority of the congregation stood by the ancient method of receiving communion.

THE EXCOMMUNICATION.

But this controversy seemed to open the way for other differences between the pastor and certain of his congregation that culminated in the dramatic excommunication of Deacon Otto on February 15 before a full congregation.

The exact language used by the pastor in severing the ties of Christian fellowship between Mr. Otto and his brethren of the First Reformed was as follows:--

"Acting under the direction of the Spiritual Council I very regretfully announce: First, that John B. Otto be, and hereby is, censured; second, that he be deposed of his office as deacon, and, thirdly, that he be hereby excommunicated from the Christian Church."

It was said that such a penalty had never been inflicted upon any member of the church in its history of 150 years and the reading of the sentence of excommunication created a sensation.

The terms of the punished meted out to Messrs. Angelmayer and Groman was communicated to them through the mails and not announced from the pulpit.

PASTOR GIVES NUMBERS.

The pastor claims that he has the support of 315 members out of a total of over 500 in his battle against those he terms are the "turbulent spirits" while 119 demand that he shall sever his relations with the pastorate. 

"It is," he said, "practically a battle for the control of the church and I will not turn the people who are in the majority over to the mercies of the turbulent element.

"There are about 80 members who will not take sides in the affair and who refuse to sign any paper and of the 199 who demand my resignation from 30 to 40 per cent. are not entitled to a vote and are simply dead wood in the church. A certain percentage of this 119 has been procured under duress and some of the signatures against me have been procured through business relation and by compulsion.

"I will quote you one instance: The head of one family who signed the petition asking my withdrawal said to me: 'We didn't want to sign this paper we had to or lose our work.'

"They are employed by one of the members who is determined I shall go."

SAY HE IS ARROGANT.

The representatives of the opposition emphatically disclaim such responsibility.

"Dr. Kieffer cannot name one man who signed the petition against him under duress," said one of his opponents.

"We represent three-fourths of the financial support give to the church and we can prove this statement.

"Dr. Kieffer says there are over 500 members, does he?

"Well, his is mistaken, for at no time in the history of the church has the membership exceeded 400.

"He has been high-handed and arrogant in his methods."

"He won't allow us access to the church books and he has done many things that have culminated in the dissatisfaction that exists among his congregation to-day."

"It is idle to say that the disturbance was caused by the communion cup agitation. It was only an incident in the series of misunderstandings that have arisen, and which we fear may disrupt a congregation that has endured for over a century and a half."

DR. KIEFFER'S ANCESTRY.

Rev. Dr. Kieffer is well named the "fighting preacher." He traces his maternal ancestry back to the 12th century, when one of his direct line was a Crusader.

This soldier was George Spengler, born about 1150 A.D., who accompanied the German emperor, Frederick Barbarossa, in the third Crusade against the Moslems in 1189, perished in battle and was buried in the Church of St. Peter, Antioch, in 1190 A.D.

Lazarus Spengler, another maternal ancestor, was coadjutor of Martin Luther and present with him at the Diet of Worms.

His great grandfather, Abraham Kieffer, as a captain in the Revolution and a colleague of George Beaver, the great grandfather of ex-Governor Beaver. At the close of the Revolution they each married the other's sister.

Dr. Kieffer himself fought in the Civil War for three years. He enlisted as a drummer boy at the age of 16, in the Bucktails and served until the end. He was present in all the battles fought by the Army of the Potomac from Chancellorsville to the close of the Rebellion, and was a participant in the first day's battle at Gettysburg, when his battalion, out of a total of 397 men, lost 264. He afterward served as chaplain of the Sixth Pennsylvania National Guard for five years and is known to almost every soldier in Pennsylvania.

* * *

And how did it all turn out?

It seems that, within a few weeks, Dr. Rev. Kieffer lost his power struggle.

And John B. Otto's excommunication was overturned.

I found this via an article in the March 21, 1903, issue of The Lancaster Examiner.

RUIN IN COMMUNION CUP.

Classis Drops Dr. Kieffer, and He Says "Good-By."

East Pennsylvania Classis, sitting as a committee of the whole, at Easton, on Wednesday, continued its investigation of the First Reformed Church troubles which origination in a row over individual communion cups. The pastor, Rev. Dr. H.M. Kieffer, took the floor, and commenced where he left off Tuesday night. He denounced Elder Jacob Rader as a troublesome spirit, and handled ex-Deacon John B. Otto, whom the spiritual council of the church had ex-communicated, without gloves. Dr. Kieffer talked four hours, after which his opponents made reply.

Then Rev. Jacob Rupp, of Northampton, offered a compromise resolution, assuming that the Kieffer faction was able to take care of the church, and that even though the petitioners should leave, their going would not be a serious loss to the congregation. This resolution permitted Dr. Kieffer to remain as pastor of the flock, provided that Messers. Anglemyer and Groman, suspended from office by the spiritual council, should be reinstated; granted a re-hearing to John B. Otto, who was excommunicated, and provided that no charge be made against any members of the congregation for what may have occurred prior to this date. This resolution was defeated by a vote of 13 ayes to 15 nays.

The debate then turned on Rev. Mr. DeLong's resolution, providing for a severance of the pastoral relations, to take effect on September 1. After considerable sparring a vote was taken and resulted in 17 ayes, 7 nays and 3 non-voters.

The committee of the whole then rose and reported its action to the Classis. Classis approved the finding by a vote of 19 yeas, 6 nays and 2 not voting. Counsel for Dr. Kieffer noted an appeal to Synod.

Dr. Kieffer said: "Well, brothers, I see that after September 1 I stop preaching here. You have taken a great responsibility off my shoulders. After that you will have to look after my people. I bid you good-by."

At the night session of Classis the complaint of the suspended deacons, Jeremiah Anglemeyer and A.T. Groman, and excommunicated Deacon John B. Otto, sustained, and they were reinstated to office. 

* * *

And that's the story! Does it involve my family? I don't know. Either way, it's a fascinating look at the struggles 122 years around power, money, religion and, most notably in my eyes, public health. I'll leave it readers to draw whatever insights and parallels they wish to other moments in history, recent or otherwise.

Please share your thoughts in the comments, especially if you have further information regarding John B. Otto and the First Reformed Church of Easton Communion cup controversy.